I'm reaching for the teddy bear that used to be you.
Until you turned into Bob the Builder with the hammer that has the ability to break my ceramic heart that I made on my pottery wheel.
Our tower called 'Love' built out of blocks is wobbling
As the bully called conflict stomps over, ready to kick it down.
I've become a limp ragdoll -- lifeless, inadequate, unappreciated and tossed in a dusty corner
And as we spin the wheel on the game of 'Life'
I learn that I'm becoming the old worn out toy, thats outdated and not the newest and hip thing.
I'm not the giga pet that everyone has
I'm just a ragdoll.
I used to be your Barbie doll.
Constantly prettied up for my Ken, and eager to impress in my Ferarri that I managed to afford on a salary of allowance and lollypops.
Your mystery date isn't the dreamboat you once thought.
And I have become the dud.

08/28/2002

Posted on 08/28/2002
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